jnthn

hitting bottom is a relief sometimes. like the long stretch of highway into the night, drive as far as you can on fumes and breakdown, then it becomes interesting. survival instinct well honed at this point...time off is time on...never reevaluate, just rock, rock on. see there's a clear horizon out there, whether it's money, love, rock-n-roll, drugs...whatever...it's out there and it's just around the corner, always. it's funny though, down to my last $150, with at least $5000 in things I have no interest in selling (studio stuff I've compiled over the years), and I just don't care anymore. I'm not selling shit. In two weeks I finish off another BIG session. Like, I'm not talking about it here, you guys don't really know what I do, but it's big for me, then a day later I'm s'posed to be in Austin w/Trail of Dead, then a day later ANOTHER big band might take me out to do their sound...

so you hit bottom but the whole time you're looking at the rope...you can hang or it can lift you up. I always opt for the ride up cause I know hangin' would just be boring.

how'd ya like that? kinda morose, but said with a cockeyed smile at ya.
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I was accused by a former 'hookin-up' ladyfriend of being a playa last night. It's really funny, that. Like don't you have to be 'playin' to be a playa? Truly, ladies and germs, I'm a romantic...it's just that I like to go downacluuub and have some and have fun...but really, like my lady A-dogg tells me, "you're too nice to be a playa..."

I don't know how to respond. I'm sorry I'm not sorry I didn't call....what do you think? I don't care, really...
I'm flat broke and I don't care, I strut right by w/my tail in the air.
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and another thing...money won't get you through times w/no drugs, but drugs will always get you through times of no money.

put that in yer hat-n-smokit....hehehehehehe!!!!
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tying one on....
-I don't know if what I should do about her...
- Whatever, dude. I now pronounce you SINGLE. Fuck her!
I'm the JUSTICE OF THE PIECE O'ASS!!!
[later]
-Man, that girl is killing me...
-I'll introduce you to her...[the waitress that just got off and was getting ready to leave, already dissed him once]
-Th'fuck you will...
-Do you want to meet her or what?!?
-Wull, yeah...
[I walk over there w/my to go bag...]
-Excuse me, that guy wants to meet you...he's crazy about you...
-Why? I have a boyfriend anyway...
-That's b/w you and him, he just wants to meet you. What's your name, I'm Jonathan..."
-Michelle...so he's...you're..
-He's Scott. I'm Jonathan, it doesn't matter, I'm OUT...Just go talk to him...fuck with his head...
-[I split]
[ a block later w/another friend on the way home...]
-I told her he was crazy about her and she said, "Why?!?" shit, if I looked like that I'd jerk off to myself every day.

so the count was 2 jamesons, a car bomb, and two jaeger shots.

drunk fun. drunk....j-r-u-n-k...JRUNK!